[Pidge takes on a thoughtful look for a moment, lips pursed slightly while she goes over her mental checklist of What To Do Today.
There's not much. No time like the present, then. Waiting any longer would just means Lance's birthday celebration is even more belated, and that sucks.]
Today works. Let me just get my shoes on first.
[And up she goes, onto her feet, walking past Porygon and Rover (giving the former a little pat on the head as she goes), picking her shoes up from where she'd simply abandoned them in a random spot near the door.]
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There's not much. No time like the present, then. Waiting any longer would just means Lance's birthday celebration is even more belated, and that sucks.]
Today works. Let me just get my shoes on first.
[And up she goes, onto her feet, walking past Porygon and Rover (giving the former a little pat on the head as she goes), picking her shoes up from where she'd simply abandoned them in a random spot near the door.]